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Love & Friendship (2016)
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Man, narrating: Langford. Langford. If only if it hadn't been for Langford. How happy we might have been. Manwaring! Manwaring, don't turn your back to me, please! I can't bear it! Frederica! Wait! I beg you! Catherine, a letter. Seems Lady Susan will finally visit. In fact, she is already on her way. - What? - Lady Susan Vernon? Congratulations on being about to receive the most accomplished flirt in all England. - You misjudge her, Reginald. - How so? Well, like many women of beauty and distinction, our sister-in-law has been a victim of the spirit of jealousy and all that. - It's jealousy? - Yes. Well, like anyone, Susan might be capable of an action or a remark which is open to misconstruction, but I can't help but admire the fortitude with which she has supported grave misfortune. Excuse me. I spoke out of turn. Why would Lady Susan, who was so well settled at Langford - suddenly want to visit us? - What reason does she give? Her "anxiety to meet me and to know the children" has never concerned her before. Your Ladyship. Susan. Come, hurry. My dear, such haste. How curious you are. Mr. Johnson's carriage is about to come into the street. Surely that must happen often. - You didn't receive my letter. - Letter? Mr. Johnson forbids my seeing you. Why, that's preposterous. By what means "forbids?" He threatens the severest punishment imaginable: sending me back to Connecticut. Oh, to be tarred and feathered. He claims to have important business at Hartford. He threatens to settle there if our connection isn't entirely severed. And for what possible reason or pretext? His former ward Lucy Manwaring wrote to him. Did she? - Horrid woman. - I know. Deranged. If she were going to be jealous, she should not have married such a charming man. I recall thinking as I approached Langford, I like this man. Pray heaven no harm come of it. I was determined to be discrete, and I have been, admitting no one's attentions but Manwaring's, avoiding general flirtation entirely... except for a little notice bestowed on Sir James Martin, but if the world knew my motive there, it would honor me. - Martin? - Sir James Martin, of Martindale. - Vastly rich, rather simple. - Ideal. Miss Maria Manwaring has set her cap for him, considering such an income too large not to be shared, but with a little notice, I detached him and soon had him in love with Frederica. If my daughter were not the greatest simpleton on earth, - she'd be engaged to him now. - What? She refused him... a baronet with 10,000 a year. - It's all so provoking. - But where will you live? If there were another place open to me, I would crawl there on my knees. The worst spot this side of the ocean. A country village. Churchill, my brother-in-law's seat. Mrs. Cross, a gentlewoman in strait and circumstances, will come with me as my companion, to pack and unpack, you know, that sort of thing. And, as there's an element of friendship involved, I'm sure the paying of wages would be offensive to us both. My brother-in-law Charles Vernon is very rich. Once a man gets his name on a banking house, he rolls in money. So it's not very rational for his lady to begrudge the sums he's advanced me. Decidedly irrational. Not rational at all. I have no money and no husband. Well, in one's plight, they say, is one's opportunity. Not that I would ever want to think in opportunistic terms. Oh, certainly not. Never. Churchill coming into view, Your Ladyship. Heavens, what a bore. Yes. Decidedly boring. Charles. - Susan, welcome. - Thank you. - This is Mrs. Cross. - Mrs. Cross. You're quite welcome to Churchill. This is Frederick and Ellen. Good afternoon, Frederick. Very pleased to meet you. Mrs. Cross is a friend of Lady Susan and should be in the adjoining room. No reason to complain of Mr. Vernon's reception. Not entirely satisfied with his lady's. - No? - Mm-mm. She's perfectly well bred... surprisingly so. But her manner doesn't persuade me she was disposed in my favor. As you might have noticed, I sought to be as amiable as possible. Exceptionally amiable. In fact, entirely charming. - Excuse me for saying so. - Oh, not at all. It's true. I wanted her to be delighted with me, but I didn't succeed. I can't understand it. It's true I've always detested her and that, before her marriage, I went to great lengths to prevent it. Yet it shows an illiberal spirit to resent for long a plan which didn't succeed. Decidedly illiberal. Not liberal at all. My opposing her marriage and then later preventing her and Charles from buying Vernon Castle might have given her an unfavorable impression of me, but I've noticed that where there's a disposition to dislike, a pretext will soon be found. - You mustn't reproach yourself. - I shan't. The past is done. My project will be the children. I know a couple of their names already, and I've decided to attach myself to young Frederick in particular... taking him on my lap and sighing over him for his dear aunt's sake. [knock on door] Come in. Mrs. Vernon's compliments, Your Ladyship. She asks if you and Mrs. Cross would join her for tea. With pleasure. Mrs. Cross would prefer her repose, but thank Mrs. Vernon. I'll join her directly. [woman speaking French] Susan: Yes, Frederick, I see you have quite an appetite. You will grow tall and handsome like your uncle. - [Frederick giggles] - Ellen: Fred, dear, be good. [speaking French] Ellen: Don't touch that. [crash] Frederick, be careful. Oh, I'm so sorry. - No, not at all. - Les enfants... Such a family resemblance. Rather moves me. You'll want to change. No, no. Let's have our tea while it's still warm. Mrs. Cross is a genius with fabrics. - You sure? - Oh, yes. How much Frederick reminds me of his dear uncle. Do you think there's a resemblance? Oh, remarkable. The eyes. Weren't Frederick Vernon's eyes brown? I refer more to the shape and slope of the brow. Oh. I must thank you for this visit. I'm afraid the short notice must have come as a surprise. Only because I understood you to be so happily settled at Langford. Well, it's true Lady Manwaring and her husband made me feel very welcome, but their outgoing dispositions led them so often into society. I might have tolerated such a life at one time, but the loss of a husband such as Mr. Vernon cannot be borne easily. To stay with you here at your... charming environment became my fondest wish. I was happy to have the chance to meet. Might I confide something? Langford was not ideal for my daughter. Her education has been neglected, for which I fault myself. Mr. Vernon's illness prevented me from giving her the attention that both duty and affection required. I therefore placed her at this excellent school: Miss Somers-Keeve's. I trust Frederica will visit soon. Well, a visit, as delightful as that might be, would represent so many hours and days deducted from the grand affair of education, and I'm afraid Frederica can't afford such deductions. But she'll come for Christmas. Alas, no. Miss Somers could only give her the concentrated attention she requires then. - I'm so sorry. - Not at all. If you'll excuse me, I'll give it to Mrs. Cross, who, when rested, craves activity. Once she's applied her genius to it, all traces of little Frederick's interesting design will disappear. The fees at Frederica's school are far too high to even think of paying. So in a sense it's an economy. Yes, although Mrs. Cross is upstairs resting. I confess to curiosity to know this lady, to see firsthand her bewitching powers. - Is she as beautiful as they say? - You worry me, Reginald. Don't. I understand Lady Susan possesses a degree of captivating deceit - which might be pleasing to detect. - You truly worry me. Good evening. What charming expressions. Susan, uh, let me introduce my brother Reginald DeCourcy. Reginald, may I present Frederick Vernon's widow Lady Susan and her friend Mrs. Cross? Delighted to make your acquaintance. Your renown precedes you. I'm afraid the allusion escapes me. Your reputation as an ornament to our society. Oh, what you say surprises me. Since the great sadness of my husband's death, I've lived in nearly perfect isolation. To better know his family and to further remove myself from society, I came to Churchill, not to make new acquaintances of frivolous sort, but of course I'm pleased to know my sister's relations. [woman singing opera] Mrs. Cross: I take it you are finding Mr. DeCourcy's society more pleasurable. To some degree. At first, his conversation betrayed a sauciness and familiarity which is my aversion, but since I've found a quality of callow idleness which rather interests me. When I've inspired him with greater respect than his sister's kind offices have allowed, - he might in fact be an agreeable flirt. - He's handsome, isn't he? In a cough-like way... not like Manwaring, of course, but there's a certain pleasure in making a person predetermined to dislike instead acknowledge one's superiority. How delightful it will be to humble the pride of these pompous DeCourcys. A letter for you, my dear. - Letter? - Yes, from Catherine. I hope she'll arrive soon. The season's cheerless without children. Well? I'm afraid this cold has affected my eyes. Save your eyes, my dear. I'll read for you. - No, it's all right. - No, I just... Here. Uh... Let's see. Mm. Catherine hopes you are well and asks most particularly that you give me her love. Yes, and? Uh... Oh, Reginald has decided to stay at Churchill to hunt with Charles. He cites the fine open weather. What nonsense. The weather's not open at all. Well, maybe it is there, or it was when she wrote. My dear, could you just read? - Verbatim? - Yes, the words. Some of Catherine's voice will be in them. Well, I'll read every word, comma, and dash if that's what you wish. Here... Just the words, please. No punctuation at all? All right. That's much easier. - Lady Susan? - Yes, she has been visiting Churchill. - Lady Susan Vernon? - Yes. Well, how could Reginald engage in conversations with Lady Susan Vernon? Conversations which are... What would they talk about? My eyes have definitely cleared. I can read it. Don't trouble yourself. No, no. If my son and heir's involved with such a lady, I must trouble myself. [clock chimes] - Well, I must go. - No. I'll write. No, no. If this is happening, there's no time. Thank you. - Father. - Reginald. How extraordinary for you to be here. - You're in good health, I trust? - No. How's Mother? What brings you to these parts? Take a seat. I won't dissemble and say I have business in the district. What I've come about is more important. What's of such importance? I know young men don't admit inquiry into affairs of the heart, but, as the sole son of an ancient family, you must know that your conduct is most important to us. Your happiness, ours, the credit of the family name, its very survival... - Father. - No, no, no. Hear me out. I know that you'd not deliberately form an engagement without informing us. But I can't help fear that you'll fall into an obligation which everyone near you must oppose. - What do you mean, sir? - Well, Lady Susan Vernon's age alone... Father, you astonish me. What surprises you? Impugning such ambitions to Lady Susan. She'd never think of such a thing. My sole interest has been to enjoy the lively conversation of a superior lady. Catherine's prejudice is so great. Prejudice? Lady Susan's neglect of her late husband, her extravagance and dissipation, her encouragement of other men are so notorious... These are vile calumnies. I could explain each but would not so dignify them. - I know you spend little time in society. - Oh, none. Should you have frequented it more, you'd know the astonishing degree of vile, hateful jealousy in our country. Don't deprecate our country, sir. I can't prevent you inheriting the family estate, and my ability to distress you during my life is not the kind of revenge that I would choose to take. - Father, this is unnecessary. - No, no. Let me continue. A permanent connection between you and Lady Susan Vernon would destroy every comfort of our lives. It would be the death of the honest pride with which we've always considered you. We'd blush to see you, to hear of you, to think of you. Father, with the utmost humility, let me say that what you imagine... is impossible. Susan: Poor Mrs. Cross was obliged to accept a paid position in Buckinghamshire. As there was an element of friendship between us, I realized the paying of wages would be offensive to us both. You value friendship highly. Yes. I hope I was of some help to her. And your friends don't neglect you. Thank you, Charles. It's from Frederica's school. No. I can't believe it. It defies comprehension. - What? - Frederica has run away. - She's run away from school. - Heavens. Where to? - They don't know. - She's lost? No. They detected her plan early enough to intercept her. What folly. Where could she have thought of going? Surely here. No, this is the last place she would come. - I mean, rather... - But she must miss you terribly. Certainly. I just don't think Churchill would be her object. Oh. This is outrageous. Miss Somers requires that Frederica be removed from school. Miss Somers must be under the impression that, as a widow without fortune, I may be bullied. Evidently she's forgotten Frederica is a Vernon. But Charles must put this right. Confronted with his imposing words, even the mistress of a school must be persuaded to act rightly. [bell tolls] I have no notion of Frederica being so contrary. She seemed all Vernon milkiness. But it confirms the rightness of my plan. Did Sir James call? - Several times. - Excellent. I followed your instructions, scolding him roundly for making love to Maria Manwaring. He protested that it had only been in joke. You're right. He's wonderfully silly. But we must not let Sir James forget with whom he's in love. A man so rich and foolish will not remain single long. Sir James is so far from having forgotten the Vernons, I'm sure he'd marry either of you in an instant. I must go back to Churchill. But I may need your help finding a school if Miss Somers won't take Frederica back. Under no circumstances will I have Frederica at Churchill. That's wise. What do you mean? The nearness of their ages, her and Reginald's. How unkind. - Forgive me. - Forgiven. The fallacy of youth. Isn't it rather clear that it is we, women of decision, who hold the trumps? Lady Susan? Lady Susan Vernon. How dare you address me, sir. - But, Lady Susan... - Begone, sir, or I will have you whipped. - Outrageous. - Have you never met him? No. I know him well. I would never speak to a stranger like that. I hope you will see my friend Alicia. She's an American from the Connecticut branch of the Delancey family. Well, though even the best bred Americans don't sound particularly fine, there's a freshness to her manner I find rather tonic. Her family were treated outrageously there during the late war, punished for their very loyalty to the Crown. Americans really have shown themselves to be a nation of ingrates. Only by having children can one begin to understand such a dynamic. Yes. Susan, I've been looking for you. The afternoon coach brought this note. Perhaps Charles has succeeded with Miss Somers. Oh, it's as I've feared. Miss Somers refuses to keep Frederica. She says she must think of her school's reputation. Preposterous. I've never heard of her school. - Could that be them? - What, Frederica? Here. Hello, hello. Here we are. - Is this Frederica? - Yes. Allow me to introduce our niece... charming girl... uh, Miss Frederica Vernon. Welcome, Frederica. We've longed to know you. My brother Reginald DeCourcy. Hello. Pleased to meet you. Good afternoon, Frederica. Good afternoon, Mother. It's as I've feared. Excuse me. I must go to my daughter. Poor Frederica. - Poor mother of Frederica. - What? The daughter is, I understand, - a troubled girl. - How do you so fear? She hasn't had tea. Could be a lack of nourishment. Where is Frederica? In her rooms, practicing the pianoforte. She practices quietly. Don't look. Frederica's watching us. - Watching us? - Through the window. Don't look. How odd to be spied upon. That's the parent's lot. We bring these delightful creatures into the world, eagerly, happily, and then, before long, they're spying upon and judging us, rarely favorably. Having children is our fondest wish, but in doing so, we breed our acutest critics.. It's a preposterous situation but entirely of our own making. - I marvel at your good humor. - Well, what alternative have we? It's the way of the world. We must accept it with a smile. Of course, when the little ones are very small, there's a kind of sweetness which partially compensates for the dreadfulness which comes after. - You worry for Frederica's future? - I worry for her present, acknowledging that the responsibility for securing her future rests with me. [woman singing opera] Go. [laughing] Come on. Pretty? You think so? Yes. You don't? No, I ought not to have said that. In any case, beauty matters little. It's vivacity and a lively intelligence one looks for, even from the young. [laughing] Oh, I'm sorry. Please excuse me. I beg your pardon. - What is it, my dear? - James: Miss Vernon! He's here. He is here. Sir James is here. - Who? - I'm so sorry. Please excuse me. James: Oh, Frederica! Fre... Oh. Sorry to come like this. I... I suppose you weren't expecting me. Sir James, allow me to introduce my sister-in-law Mrs. Catherine Vernon and her brother Mr. Reginald DeCourcy. - How do you do? - How do you do? How kind of you to ask. Uh, excellent. Truly, very well. Thank you. Uh, excuse my hurry in coming, the lack of notice beforehand, et cetera, et cetera. The truth is I forgot to write. Then it was too late. Now I'm here. Took the liberty of a relation, hoping to be one soon. I must say, you look surprised. You were astonished to see me, no? Not? That's how it looked. Yes. I was astonished, and I still am. Uh, an impressive establishment you have here, sir. My congratulations. Immaculate. Mr. DeCourcy is Mrs. Vernon's brother. Very good. It's her husband Charles Vernon who has Churchill. Churchill. That's how you say it. All together like that: Churchill. Ha ha! Oh, well, that explains a lot. You see, I'd heard "church" and "hill" but couldn't find either. All I could see was this big house. Ha ha! Fine name, Churchill. Marlborough, right? The general. Showed the French. - You must be very proud. - No connection. But I believe I have heard it spoken of. I... I think you mentioned it. Churchill. Yes, I think you did. But, again, I heard "church" and "hill," and I couldn't see either. But I realized I was in mistake and now stand corrected. Ah, happens quite a lot. Ha ha! Reginald, would you be so kind as to take Sir James to see Charles? I think you'll find Charles very well versed in the advanced agricultural methods in which you've taken such an interest. Oh, yes. Advanced agricultural methods. Very much so. Collins, who supervises Martindale for me, speaks of them often. A landowner of the current day must know all sorts of things. That is our role. "Hello, Collins," I say. "What advanced agricultural methods have we today?" Excellent. Oh. There you are. Are you asleep? - No, Mama. - Well, what, then? You were hiding from me. Please explain. No. My strange girl. - What were you up to back there? - What? Rushing out before Sir James entered the room. I couldn't bear to see him. Couldn't bear. Ungenerous manner of speech. Frederica, dear, Sir James Martin is a kindhearted young man whose only offense seems to be wanting to provide you with a life of comfort. Have you nothing to say? Dear, our present comfortable state is at the most precarious sort. We don't live. We visit. We're entirely at the mercy of our friends and relations, as we discovered so painfully at Langford. Here, you seem to have won your aunt's affections. I think I served you well there, for I believe she'd do anything to spite me. But such a dynamic cannot continue forever. - But Mama... - But Mama. I will not always be here for you to contradict me. If a life of comfort such as Sir James has to offer is not to your taste, what will you do? How will you live? - I... I could teach. - Teach. Had you been more in school, you'd not consider such a thing. Answer this. When our Lord wrote his commandments, which did he consider so important that he put it in the fourth position? The fourth position? Yes, the fourth commandment. I know the commandments, but not their order. See? This is what comes of an irregular education. Yes. Fourth commandment. - Thou shalt not... - No, it's not a shalt not. - It's a shalt. - A shalt? If I had not myself been present, I would wonder if I were even your mother. "Honor thy father and mother." I'm sorry, have I done anything that's dishonored you or Father? To honor means, among other things, to listen with respect to a parent's sincere council. I do listen with respect, Mama. It's just that... If you will not pay attention to me, then perhaps you will to a larger imperative. The law of the universe. An offer as splendid as Sir James's is not likely to come around again. He has offered you the one thing he has of value to give, his income. I fear and reproach myself having shielded you for far too long. Had I let you starve a little bit more, you would resist much less. Mama, I was often hungry at school. Well, evidently, not hungry enough. In any case, the starvation at the schoolhouse is nothing like that of a destitute. Is that what you want? No. I can see Sir James is a kind man, and if it weren't a matter of marriage, I'm sure I could like him. But marriage is for one's whole life. Not in my experience. Meanwhile, I must ask you not to speak to your aunt and uncle about this matter, or seek their interference in any way. I insist. Promise? - Remember the commandment. - Yes, Mama. Sir James's arrival and suddenness requires some explanation. You were not too surprised, I hope. It was unexpected. Certainly. To me as much as anyone. I'm afraid Sir James's best qualities are not immediately apparent. - Certainly, he's no Solomon. - Solomon? The wise king in The Bible who had the idea of dividing the infant disputed by two mothers in half. Or in two. I don't recall the exact wording. - Yes, of course. - So, Sir James is no Solomon. How many suitors of great wisdom could a young woman expect to find these days? - I don't know. - None. And, I confess, I ask myself is such a quality even desirable in a husband? [chuckling] How jolly. Tiny green balls. Mm. Yes. Good tasting. Quite sweet. What are they called? Peas. Oh, yes. No, I knew that. I recall now. I must get Collins to cultivate these at Martindale. Novelty vegetables. Could make quite a packet. [laughs] Ohh. Tiny. I'm enjoying Sir James's visit. His conversation's lively. Brings a new angle to things. What would you think, uh, to come and see the Fredricksville Farm? He mentioned he had an interest in agricultural methods. Yes. - Frederick, be careful. - Frederick, you must try to be good. - He's utterly ridiculous. - Certainly, he's no Solomon. But... - Solomon? - The wise king from The Bible. I know he's not that. But any man navigating the cascades of romantic courtship, and occasionally falling into its foaming waters is apt not to appear at his best. - What? - A simple word, Reginald. Comprehension. I admire your caustic mind, but I think you're not entirely sensible at the degree to which you can intimidate others. Particularly a young man over whom you have every advantage of, position, looks, and character. Sir James Martin is a fool because of me. Yes. Around you, he seems very silly. - Isn't he silly around everyone? - No. I believe he's given everyone the same impression. Well, they've only seen him around you. But you deny Sir James's intentions toward you. - Toward me? - He's clearly besotted with you. Oh, it's with Frederica he's smitten. - That's not possible. - Well, he's proposed to her. How could such a blockhead even be allowed to court your daughter? It's incomprehensible. This is the incomprehension of the rich and easeful. You can afford to take the high ground, and add another layer to your pride. If you realized the full extent of ridiculous manhood a young girl without fortune must endure, you'd be more generous to Sir James. Lady Susan: It was so good you could steal away. We can only meet through such subterfuges. Mr. Johnson is relentless. I'll not be sent back to Connecticut. I don't see why he believes that association with me would lower your reputation. But a question. Did Sir James mention to you any plans to come to Churchill? Heavens no. What folly. How did Mr. DeCourcy react? Well, I had some gratification there. At first, he observed Sir James with attention not untinged with jealousy, but it was impossible to really torture him, for I had to finally reveal that his object was Frederica. Then he was all astonishment. Left to ourselves, I had no great difficulty in convincing him I was justified. I don't remember the exact reasoning, but it was all comfortably arranged. So what's your verdict on young DeCourcy? Well, he's not stupid, and he has a great deal to say, but I can't help but look with a certain contempt on the fancies of a heart so doubting the reasonableness of it's own emotions. I vastly prefer the generous spirit of a Manwaring who deeply convinced of one's marriage can be satisfied that what everyone does is right. I know that no one really deserves you, but young DeCourcy might be worth having. Excuse me, Frederica. When I came down this morning, I... I couldn't help but notice you were reading a book. Which book was that? This volume of Cooper's verse. Cooper the poet? He... He also writes verse? Most impressive. Yes, he's versatile in that way. So, Frederica, you read both verse and poetry. In this, I believe, you take after your mother, who knows a great many things. Just yesterday, she cited to me a story from The Bible about a very wise king. This reminded me of many such accounts one learns in childhood. Perhaps most significant in forming one's principles is that of the old prophet who came down from the mount with tablets, pleading the 12 commandments, which our Lord has taught us to obey without fail. - 12 commandments. - Mm. Excuse me but, uh, I believe there were only 10. Really? Only 10 must be obeyed. Excellent. [chuckles] Well, then, wh... which two to take off? Perhaps the one about the Sabbath. I prefer to hunt. - Well... - After that, it becomes tricky. Many of the thou shalt nots. Don't murder. Uh, don't covet thy neighbor's house or wife. You... One simply wouldn't do, anyway. [chuckles] Because they are wrong. Whether the Lord allows us to take them off or not. [chuckles] It's so kind of you. No, uh, delighted. Honored. My... my pleasure. Would you like me to sign a note? Uh, no, no documents. Uh, no note necessary. All in the family, or hoping to be soon. And, uh... and the carriage? Oh, yes. The carriage. Definitely. Certainly. My pleasure. Honored. [clapping] - Good day, Charles. - Good day. Oh, hello. - Good day. - Good day. Do you know where I might find your mother? I believe she has gone out. Gone out? - Are you all right? - Mm-hm. What is it? Tell me what's wrong. Please say. Sir, I... I do not know to whom I can apply. What is it? Please tell me. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. It's just that... You're the only one I think Mother might listen to. Why would you say that? Well, she pays no one such regard as she does you, except Lord Manwaring. - What do you mean, Manwaring? - No. I'm sorry. It... It's just that of all the people, I thought Mother would listen most to you. Let me understand this. It's that you find Sir James's presence, and courtship of you unwelcome. If his presence here disturbs you, it's to Charles and my sister you should apply. I promised Mother I would not. I don't understand. Why would you promise that? She required it. What does she require? What? These silences are vexing. - Mama forbade it. - I don't understand. I promised not to speak to my aunt and uncle on this subject. - For what possible reason? - It's wrong of me to speak now, and I'd not have if I weren't at my wit's end. But I can't marry Sir James. To what do you object? You must have noticed. He's very silly. But besides that. Besides that? Yes, I confess the first impression he made on me was also... indifferent, but don't those knowledgeable of such matters consider Sir James a good catch, or match or whatever it is they say? A man of cheerful temperament, happy to devote a large income to a wife's comfort. I would rather work for my bread. But what could you do? I could teach. - Teach. - I could... Yes. You must have been very little in school to think that. Tell me, how did this happen? Your mother is a woman of excellent understanding. Her concern for you is great, though wise and clear-eyed. How could she be as mistaken as you suggest, if you truly despise Sir James? I don't despise Sir James. I'm sure he's a kind man. And he has a... charm of a kind. And certainly he is likable, and I'm sure I could like him if he were a cousin or a cousin's cousin, or a friend or a friend's friend, or an in-law or a step something. I just don't want to marry him. Come. Tell me the particulars. If they are as you say, I can't for the world imagine your mother would remain deaf to your wishes. Thank you. Catherine. I'd like to thank you for this visit. - You're leaving? - Yes, I must. Why? As you've said, it's important that this season one of us be with our parents. You've just decided this now? Yes, but before going I must ask one thing. I'd be grateful if you could see justice is done Frederica. She's a sweet girl who deserves a better fate. I'm glad you now see her worth. Yes. My eyes have opened to many things. - Aunt, I did something very wrong. - I'm sure not. No, I... I did. And now he and my mother have quarreled. He's to leave and it is my fault. - Mama will never forgive me. - Don't worry. If any of what you fear comes to pass, I'll happily intercede. Good afternoon, Catherine. That cough of young Frederick's worries me. I have from London some of Dr. Preston's excellent lozenges. - Would you like them for the dear boy? - Yes. Thank you. Also, is it true that we're losing Mr. DeCourcy today? Yes, it seems that we will. How remarkable. When he and I spoke barely an hour ago, he made no mention of it. But perhaps he did not then know himself. Young men are so impetuous in their resolutions. Why, I wouldn't say Reginald's impetuous. Oh, yes, he is. He's like other young men that way. Hasty in making resolutions, and then just as quick to unmake them. I would not be surprised if he were to change his mind and stay. He seemed quite decided. Well, we'll see. Some strangeness also seems to be affecting Frederica. I believe the girl's actually fallen in love. With your brother the object. Sir, Lady Susan asked if she might have a word with you. She asked if you would be so kind as to visit her in her dressing room. [knocking] Lady Susan: Come in. I beg your pardon for calling you here, sir, but I've just learned of your intention to leave today. - Is that true? - Yes, it is. May we close the door? I entreat you not, on my account, to shorten your visit by even an hour. Well... I'm perfectly aware that after what has passed between us, it will ill suit either of us to remain in the same house. It is I who should go. No. Why? My visit has already been inconvenient for your family. For me to stay risks dividing a clan affectionately attached to one another. Where I go is of little consequence. Whereas your presence is important to all. Lady Susan: It's terrifying how close I came to destruction. It all started with Frederica, in a grip of a madness of some kind, entreating Reginald to intercede on her behalf as if I were some kind of unkind mother not wanting the best for her child. Next, Reginald paid a visit to my rooms with an expression of the utmost solemnity to inform me of the impropriety of allowing Sir James Martin to court Frederica. I tried to joke him out of it, but he refused to be. Heavens, is he really so pompous? The pomposity, I assume. It was his disloyalty, which outraged me. If he held me in true regard, he would not believe such insinuations in my disfavor. A worthy lover should assume one has unanswerable motives for all one does. Certainly. Scarcely an hour had gone by when I learned that Reginald was leaving Churchill. Well, something had to be done. Condescension was necessary, though I abhor it. I sent for Reginald. When he appeared, he seemed astonished at the silence, and he seemed as though he were half-fearing, half-wishing to be softened by what I might say. The outcome justifies some portion of vanity, my dear, for the effect was no less favorable than immediate. - You brilliant creature. - So now I have many tasks. I must punish Frederica for her application to Reginald, and punish him for receiving it so favorably. And I must make myself serious amends for the humiliations I've been obliged to undergo. Manwaring's in town. Manwaring. How is he, the divine man? Absolutely miserable about you. And jealous of DeCourcy. To such a degree I can't answer for his not committing some great imprudence - such as following you to Churchill. - Heavens. [chuckles] I think I've dissuaded him from it. If you do follow my advice and marry DeCourcy, it will be indispensable for you to get Manwaring out of the way. Only you have the influence to send him home. And by remaining in town, I'll be able to reward a long penance at Churchill. [door opens] With a little wealth anticipation. Madam, Lord Manwaring has arrived, and begs to be admitted. Please ask him to wait. Miss Vernon? It's so good to see you here. Might I help you? Yes. A friend was asking... how in accord with Christian teaching the fourth commandment should be honored? The fourth commandment? Yes, remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy. No, I meant the commandment "Honor thy mother and father." The fifth commandment. My favorite. It's the church of Rome that has it as the fourth. Yes, the fifth commandment, Honor thy father and thy mother that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord, thy God, giveth thee. Beautiful. Profound. I believe one should apply this sentiment of gratitude and loyalty to every aspect of our lives. We're not born into a savage wilderness but into a beautiful mansion of the Lord that the Lord and those who have gone before us have constructed. We must avoid neglecting this mansion, but rather glorify and preserve it. As we should all of the Lord's creation. The superb Baumgarten has outlined this aesthetic trinity as beauty, truth, and good. Truth is the perfect, perceived by reason. Beauty by the senses. And the good by moral will. From where do you come? Church. Why were you in church? Well... It is our religion. Yes, but this time of day, neither morning prayer nor vespers? The sky had clouded over. I was sure there would be a downpour. There was. Oh, you are quite drenched! You must get into some dry clothes! Oh, excuse me. [ birds crowing ] Dearest, welcome. What joy your letter gave us. - I wrote too hastily. - What? I couldn't imagine that every expectation I had would be dashed so quickly. You frighten me. Poor girl. Her one chance to break free. Who knows what punishment her mother will now impose. But Reginald can't be blind to such a lovely girl. He's become blind. Reginald is more securely Lady Susan's than ever. Please don't tell your father. I worry for his constitution. Tell me what? Susan, stop! Dreadful news. Mr. Johnson's been cured. Oh, how is that possible? No sooner had he heard you were in London then he had a cure. Well, then could you do me the greatest favor? Could you go to Seymour Street and receive Reginald there? I dare not risk his and Manwaring's meeting. Keep him with you all evening if you can. Make up anything. I'm sorry I wasn't there to greet you. But didn't I provide a charming substitute? Strange, you remain silent but Mrs. Johnson couldn't stop singing your praises. Excuse me? I fear Alicia's rather fallen in love with you. It's given me quite a scare. You're joking. But you did like her. Of course. I so admire Alicia. She has none of the uncouthness one expects from Americans but all of the candor. Her husband, Mr. Johnson, is older and rather disagreeable. But a word of complaint never drops from Alicia's lips. Exemplary. Only by one's friends can one truly be known. That Alicia is mine will, I hope, help you think better of me. I already thought well of you. You are not plagued by doubt? Some things disconcerted me, that you were not here... Please, Reginald, don't be severe. I can't support reproaches. - But... - No, I entreat you. I can't support them. My absence was to arrange a matter so that we could be together. I'm forbidden to say more. Please don't reproach me. Have you considered what I asked? I have, and I believe that our affairs require a caution and delicacy that perhaps in our candid enthusiasm, we might have insufficiently heeded. What do you mean? I fear that our feelings have hurried us to a degree which is in ill accord with the views of the world. I'm sure that in time... Perhaps with time, but... Given the poignancy or our feelings... You no longer wish to marry? No! No, all I'm saying, or, or hesitantly suggesting is that we postpone an open understanding until the opinion of the world is more in accord with our inclinations. - That could mean never. - No, no. Perhaps... months. I confess that such delay is against my every inclination. Then let's. No, Reginald, I will not be responsible for dividing your family. I thought we'd decided. I know such delay is insupportable, especially when we're both in London. But separations, only those that are also geographical can reasonably be tolerated. - What? - I'm sorry, Reginald. Staying in London would be the death of our reputations. We must not meet. And not to meet, we must not be near. As cruel as it may seem, the necessity of it must be evident to you. Where will you go? Of course, it's necessary that I remain in London. There are arrangements that I must make for us to be together. But on the contrary, I know your family crave your company. Particularly that elderly gentleman to whom you owe so much. I would hate to be the cause of an loignement between you and your father. Who, forgive me, might not have long left. There's no reason for worry that I know of. - Father's rather in his prime. - Oh, thank heavens. So he's not in decline. He has the usual aches and pains, but he's overall, I believe, in good health. In any case, he'd not want any concern on that account, - which he'd consider so much rubbish. - Ah, mortality. Our mortality, and that of others, but most particularly our own is the hardest and most intractable hand life can deal us. I long to meet the dear gentleman. Of course, it's natural that he would want to ignore or minimize the cold, sad end that awaits us all. Not at all. Father's a Christian for whom the prospect of the end is neither sad nor cold. Ah, yes. Well, thank heaven for our religion. So important in this life and most especially in the next. Must we really wait? I entreat you to reconsider. [ woman weeping ] Lady Manwaring. Excuse me, I'm in such a state. I don't know what to say. Is Mr. Johnson at home? I must speak with my guardian! Yes, of course. You poor dear. I'll let him know you're here. Lucy Manwaring is here to see you. - Mr. Johnson! - Please go in. - You must help! - Mr. Johnson: Dear, please. [ muffled voices ] Madam, Mr. DeCourcy. Oh, good day. Mr. DeCourcy, what a surprise to see you. So kind of you to call. I must thank you for last evening for setting matters right. Lady Susan's explained everything. I am ashamed to have spoken as I did. It was foolish of me. No, no, no, not at all. Most sympathetic. But you did not have to come to thank me. Courtesy did not dictate it. In fact, it's not my sole motive. Lady Susan has entrusted me with a letter for you. Strictly private. How intriguing. [ Mrs. Manwaring sobs ] - Has an animal been injured? - No, private theatricals. Medea. They perform next week, but prefer not to be watched rehearsing. Thanks again for the charming evening. She's with him now! This can't continue! It mustn't! Lucy, please, don't. Stay here, rest, recover your equanimity. Equanimity? They're together now! I implore you, come with me. Talk with Manwaring. Reason with him. As my guardian, won't you help? Even if I found them, what good could be done? Yes, heed Mr. Johnson. His counsel's excellent in such matters. What have you? A letter? In her hand? Return that letter, madam. It's not for you! - Lucy, no! - Excuse me! Madam, I believe you are on the verge of making a grave error. You are Lady Manwaring? Lady Manwaring of Langford? You've recognized your friend Lady Susan Vernon's hand - and assumed the letter's for you. - You think that lady is my friend? She's with my husband now. As we speak. He visits her. That's not possible, Madam. I've just left her. She's entirely alone. - Even her servant's sent off. - Owen! Owen, come here. Stand here. Tell this gentleman what you've seen. - Your ladyship... - Repeat to him what you told me. Well, sir... Lady Susan sent her servant away, and then you left, and a few minutes later, Lord Manwaring arrived and was received by her Ladyship. - Alone? - Yes, sir, I believe so. No one else came or went. No, stop, the letter's for Mr. Johnson only. Here. I send Reginald with this letter. Keep him there all evening if you can. Manwaring comes this very hour. That's not possible. I must stop this! Please, sir, come with me. What could possibly be gained? It could even be dangerous. This is a matter for your solicitors. Mrs. Johnson, this is beyond what I could have imagined. You promised that you would give up all contact with this woman. I have no idea what she writes. She's gone mad. I'm sorry to say, my dear, that I hear the Atlantic passage is very cold this time of year. [ sobbing ] - Madam? - Agonies, my dear. - What's happened? - The worst. - Disaster. - Disaster? Mr. DeCourcy arrived just when he shouldn't have. Lucy Manwaring had just forced herself into Mr. Johnson's study to sob her woes. Oh, has she no pride? No self-respect? What an impression she makes. Bursting from Mr. Johnson's library, wailing like a stuck child. Seeing the letter in your handwriting, she tore it from Reginald to read aloud. - No! - Yes. "Manwaring comes this very hour." - And Reginald heard that? - He read it himself. How ungentlemanly. - It's shocking. I can't believe it. - Yes, very shocking. A gentleman entrusted with correspondence marked private reads it regardless, and then because of a few confidential remarks, the obloquy's mine? Who has acted badly in this affair? Only you and I stand innocent of reading other people's correspondence. Unluckily, Lady Manwaring also wormed out of her husband's servant that Manwaring visited you in private. Oh. Facts are horrid things. Don't worry, I'll make my story good with Reginald. He'll be a little enraged at first, but I vow that by dinner tomorrow, all will be well. I'm not sure, he was with Mr. Johnson when I left. Forgive me for saying it, but, I dread to imagine what's being said in your disfavor. What a mistake you made marrying Mr. Johnson. Too old to be governable, too young to die. Good afternoon, madam. Susan: Of course it might seem outlandish or shocking to others, but we're not expecting others to read our correspondence. And don't put things for their benefit. Manwaring only visited me as his wife's friend. Friend? She herself denies this. Well, of course. I was her friend when she was sane. Her great enemy since. Manwaring left Langford to escape her deranged suspicions. In granting him an interview, my sole motive was to persuade him to return to her and see what might be done - to ease the poor woman's mind. - Yes, but why alone? - Why did you arrange to see him alone? - You cannot divine the motive there? Servants have ears, with the unfortunate tendency to repeat whatever they imagine they've heard. I dreaded injuring the poor woman's reputation still further. You imagine I could accept such an explanation? I can only tell you what I know to be true. - Did you succeed? - What? Did you convince Manwaring to return to his wife? Yes, I did. But it seems that her judgment is too deteriorated to allow it. Her jealous and suspicious condition is not one that would allow reassurance. You forget. I saw the letter with my own eyes. No, I do not forget. I greatly resent it. A fault you compounded by misinterpreting what you should never have seen. Do you think I would have confided a letter to a third party if I thought its contents in any way dangerous? Have I not already explained everything which the ill-nature of the world could interpret to my discredit? What could so stagger your esteem for me now? After all we've discussed and meant to one another, that you could doubt my actions, my intentions? My word? Sorry, Reginald, but I've reflected upon this deeply. I cannot marry a man with an untrusting disposition. I cannot have it. What? We cannot marry. Whatever commitment was between us is severed. Any connection impossible. What are you saying? Mistrust does not bode well for any union. I have a great regard for you. Yes, a passionate one, but I must master it. Oh, Catherine? Catherine? - Reginald has returned. - He's here? - He's just going to find your father. - It's not... No, the most happy news. - Our fears were in vain. - What? - The engagement's off. - How? Well, Lady Susan broke it off herself. She did? Reginald's most cast down. But I'm sure he'll soon recover and, dare we hope, cast his look elsewhere. That woman's a fiend. - What do you mean? - Lady Susan. She has an uncanny understanding of men's natures. By forcing the rupture herself, she's engaged Reginald's pride. Uncanny? I don't understand. Reginald will start to doubt everything he's heard to her detriment. A guilty regret will overwhelm him and slowly, surely, he'll convince himself he's wronged her. You frighten me. Yes, if Frederick Vernon, renowned for his good sense, let Lady Susan ruin him, what chance has Reginald? You speak as if your brother were not wise. I'm sure he is. Everyone comments on his lively understanding. You are the best of mothers, but Reginald has just the sort of sincere nature most vulnerable to a woman of her genius. You think she's a genius? Diabolically so, like the serpent in Eden's garden. Does this woman always get her way? From what I understand, only clever tradesmen are astute enough to see through her stratagems. Several banded together to send their agents to intercept her on Seymour Street, obliging her to pawn the last of her jewels. Slay the fatted calf, my dear, the prodigal's returned. What's wrong, my boy? The joy of seeing your aged parents eludes you. - Don't tease him, father. - It's a father's right. - You'll have him fleeing back to London. - No risk of that, I assure you. London holds no charm for me. Oh, you've realized that? Good. Never appealed to me at all. Dirty, noisy, noxious gases. Soot. I don't see the point of towns. Far better to live on one's own land. Everyone should. I'm afraid this relates to my sister-in-law. Yes, sister. Congratulations on your entire vindication. On the contrary, I don't seem out of danger at all. - I assuredly am. - What's the matter? What's happened? I don't understand. Reginald, dear, Frederica has prepared a charming piece. Help me persuade her to sing it for us. No, you are too kind, Lady DeCourcy. I am not ready. Excuse me, Miss Vernon. Mother, as much as I'd like to, I'm afraid I'm too tired to be a suitable audience. If you'll excuse me. No, you must stay. Frederica's a song-bird. Never heard anything like it. Don't deny us this pleasure, my dear. Reginald, we need you to insist. - As I said... - No, I'm sorry. Excuse me. You must play it, my dear. Please. The Kentish Nightingale, I call her. Voice is remarkable, even to my hearing. She must have it from her mother's side. Lady Susan's voice is a clear, natural soprano, lovely. Beautiful. - [ horses approaching ] - It is, is it? - Do you expect visitors, mother? - No. Who would visit us? Look who's come from London? What an agreeable surprise. Excuse me for arriving this way. What a delightful family pose. Yes, it is the season for families to unite. So it's especially welcome to have you here. Thank you, Charles. I do hope that recognizing a mother's anxiety to see her child, you might excuse my abruptness. Nothing to excuse. Sir Reginald, Lady DeCourcy, might I introduce my sister-in-law, Lady Susan Vernon. Enchant. Please, forgive this intrusion. Now that I'm fixed in town, I can't rest with Frederica away. - Isn't such anxiety new? - Yes, it is, I entirely agree. But now I'm in London where the instruction Frederica needs can so readily be found. Her voice has some promise. Some? She's a veritable songbird. The Kentish Nightingale, I call her. Do you? Is this really Kent? Delightful. You're right sir, Frederica has the native talent a bird might, but those few notes can get repetitive. But mama, couldn't I stay? But mama, couldn't I stay? Charming. I thank you, dear sister, for making Frederica feel so at home and welcome wherever she goes. I've secured you a lesson with Signor Valtroni. Where the grand affair of education is concerned, there's no excuse for half-measures. Isn't it key, sir, to cultivate her voice? - A nightingale, didn't you say? - Yes, that's right. The Kentish Nightingale, I call her. Delightful appellation, and perhaps, with a teacher such as Signor Valtroni, it could even become true. - Frederica, have you your things? - Leave for London now? We'd so looked forward to having Frederica with us. How remarkable. Only a few weeks ago it was hard to find anywhere for Frederica. Now the world fights for her company. Astonishing. Astonishing that she was neglected then, or is fought over now? Excellent observation, dear sister, but I will stop now, because I know how my daughter hates to be praised. How are you, sir? I hope well. We should go. Excuse me, mama. I must collect my things. Yes, you must. We cannot buy a new wardrobe for each displacement. That poor girl. Did you see her face? I must talk to her and remind her that she will always have a home with us. Or with us. If you are referring to the past, I doubt her mother will again risk misinterpretation. Henceforth, we can rest assured that Lady Susan will make clear to Frederica the consideration and affection which guide her actions. I have not gone to the trouble of retrieving Frederica from Parklands to again be thwarted. Maria Manwaring may sob, Frederica may whimper, and the Vernons may storm, but Sir James will be Frederica's husband before the winter is out. - You brilliant creature. - Thank you, my dear. I am done submitting my will to the caprices of others. Of resigning my own judgment and deference to those to whom I owe no duty and have very little respect. Too easily have I let my resolve weaken. Frederica shall know the difference. You're too indulgent with the girl. Why let Frederica have him when you could grab him yourself? Sir James? Yes, I know your unselfish nature, but can you afford to bestow Sir James on Frederica while having no Sir James of your own? Madam, Mr. Johnson sends word he returns to dine. Thank you. - How insulting. - The opposite. I don't doubt your ability to get DeCourcy whenever you want him. But is he really worth having? Isn't his father just the sort of enraging old man who will live forever? And how will you survive? On the allowance that Frederica as Lady Martin might grant you? As guests at Churchill? I'd rather be married to my own husband than dependent on the hospitality of others. We must protect her. Not just for her own sake, but for her dear late father's. What can we do? We must find the argument to persuade her mother it's in her best interest, which, of course, is her only guide. That will mean a trip to London. Fortunately, Charles must have some business there to justify such a trip. What a marvelous husband you have, my dear. Charles seems to live to oblige. It's true. I've been lucky. Charles always seems to have some pretext or other for doing just what's wanted. [ humming ] Dearest, I believe you have pressing business in London. Oh, um, yes. Frederica? You're so kind to visit. Frederica will be delighted. And how are the children? Especially my dear Frederick. Very well, thank you. Frederica, come and see who's here. I can't express my gratitude for the hospitality you've extended us. Not at all. Our great pleasure. - Hello, Frederica. - Good afternoon, my dear. - Hope you're well. - Thank you. Oh, it's so good to see you. Frederica, why don't you go upstairs and play a piece? Select something charming to show your aunt and uncle what you've studied. With pleasure. You'll see the strides she's been making. Oh, do mind your head. Frederica plays all the new music. Haydn, Himmel. Bernadini. Carabini. Do sit down. So you're happy with the progress she's making? Yes. Only in a city such as London, I believe, could she have had such instruction. Well, if Frederica is making such good progress in London, that complicates matters. What complication would that be? We'd hoped that Frederica might return to Churchill. She's greatly missed, especially by the little ones. Oh, what a moving sentiment of cousinly regard. But my concern, my obligation, is to see the defects in Frederica's education repaired. Could we invite one of her teachers to Churchill to continue her lessons there? What a kind thought. But these are London's most sought after Masters. No invitation to a country retreat, even such a delightful one as Churchill, would be in their power to accept. Perhaps a private tutor. Might I confess something? Frederica and I have become such great friends, it would be hard for me to part with her. You might have noticed for a time there was a... strange tension between us. That is now happily disappeared. Excuse me, are you well? Sorry, we so set our hearts on Frederica's return. I understand completely. She's become an agreeable companion. Even her tendency to extreme quiet I've grown to find rather soothing. But there is one factor that concerns me. Does she look quite well? - Oh, yes. - That was your impression. London's vaporous air is not, I think, healthy for her. - Does she not seem pale? - She does. The London air, these smoky gasses cannot be salutary for her. Fresh country air is what the young require. Yes, how curious they are. Does not the town's dank air favor the spread of influenza? The influenza in London? Several cases have been reported. It is, after all, the season for it. Of all the disorders in the world, the risk of influenza contagion is the one I dread the most for Frederica's constitution. Shouldn't we consider, then, removing her from this danger? What you say does give me pause. But it would be such a hardship to lose my daughter's companionship just when I've grown to rely on it. And, of course, her studies. [ sighs ] Congratulate me, my dear. Frederica's aunt and uncle have taken her back to Churchill. I thought you'd grown to enjoy Frederica's company so. Comparatively. A bit. But I'm not so self-indulgent as to want to wallow in the companionship of a child. Alas, I fear this is our last meeting. At least while Mr. Johnson is alive. His business at Hartford has become extensive. If I continue to see you, he vows to settle in Connecticut forever. Oh, you could be scalped! I had a feeling that the great word "respectable" would some day divide us. Your husband, I abhor, but we must yield to necessity. Our affection cannot be impaired by it, and in happier times when your situation is as independent as mine, we will again unite. For this, I will impatiently await. I also. May Mr. Johnson's next gouty attack end more favorably. [ chuckles ] [ chattering ] Thank you. Do you know where Frederica is? Lady Susan's written to her. Oh. Frederica? Frederica, a letter from your mother. Thank you, Aunt Catherine. What does she say? She's written to you herself. My mother and Sir James Martin have wed. What? How could that happen? How could they possibly marry? To what do you refer? Both were free to do so. He a bachelor, Susan a widow. Sir James Martin is a fool. Well, a bit of a rattle, perhaps. A bit of a rattle? He's a complete blockhead. Well, there are three possible explanations as I see it. First, perhaps Sir James has more merit than we've allowed. No. Well, second, perhaps in order to secure your future, Frederica your mother found it necessary to make a prudent match herself. That could be the case. Mama has always been concerned with my future. And the third possible explanation? That she came to love him. There is a saying: "the heart has its strangeness" or words to that effect. The heart is an instrument we possess but do not truly know. Human love partakes of the divine, or at least it has in my case. You'll find it in the writings of Rousseau. Julie. Or The New Heloise, I think. I'll will confirm the citation, if you're interested. I just find it incomprehensible that so brilliant a woman could marry such a... pea brain. Or peas brain. - It happens all the time. - It strains credulity. Certainly, as you said, Sir James is no Solomon. But if she can give Lady Susan the happiness and security which the sad events of recent years deprived her of, then he is someone that I, and all of us, should value. I very much agree, Uncle. We all should. I wish them every happiness in their life together. Congratulations, sir, on the match I long favored. There's a rightness to your being together. Not that any man could really deserve Lady Susan. I agree most heartily. And I've pleasure is adding double congratulations are in order. What? The most beautiful woman in England, present company excepted, will soon be the most beautiful mother. Yes, I'm to be a father. Marvelous. You certainly don't delay matters. Congratulations, sir. Yes, the very morning after the wedding, Lady Susan hinted at the happy news which was shortly confirmed. Truly marvelous. I'm as proud as you can imagine. [ sobbing ] What's that? Such a burden. When Lord and Lady Manwaring separated, Mr. Johnson, who is Lucy Manwaring's guardian, invited her to live with us. Really? What upsets her? The separation, still. - She goes on about it. - What? This carrying on about a marriage that ended weeks ago. If a woman fails to please her husband, why go on about it, advertising one's failure? Why announce to the world that the man who knows you best would rather be with someone else? It seems as if Lady Manwaring has failed to consider the difference between the sexes. For a husband to wander is not the same as vice versa. If a husband strays, he's merely responding to his biology. That is how men are made. But for a woman to act in a similar way is ridiculous. Unimaginable. Just the idea is funny. [ laughs ] Couldn't agree more. Quite funny. I rather blame Lady Manwaring's scene-making for driving her husband away. But her loss has been our gain. As a result of the trouble her solicitors caused, we've had Manwaring stay with us these past weeks. That's not inconvenient? Not at all. Capital fellow. Couldn't get on better. Loves to hunt. Small and large game. Excellent, excellent to have a guest. And the talk that comes with it. Of course, Lady Susan's sharp, but it's easier to talk with a fellow, particularly one who shares one's interests. Before long, we'll have another guest. Frederica? No, of course. The baby! Manwaring? Manwaring? Have you seen my husband? What have you been saying, tell me. How is he? Well, Madam. Very well, I believe. Couldn't be better. [ sobs ] - Tea? - Quite. Oh! Look up! Ah, so, here's the church. But where's the hill? Don't see it. Doesn't seem to be one. Strange. Odd. [ church bells ringing ] [ people cheering ] God Bless you all! [ chattering ] Please excuse me. Your mother must be very proud. And I am enormously grateful to her. Without her efforts, I never would have found such happiness. Do excuse me. And bearing false witness? Oh, no, that would be the ninth. You must be most proud of Frederica. I would not say proud. I'm glad I was able to attend to her education. My daughter has shown herself to be cunning and manipulative. I couldn't be more pleased. A Vernon will never go hungry. We must ask Frederica to sing. That would be delightful. Surry Songbird, we call her. What? No. The Kentish Nightingale. Always called her that. Surry songbird? What nonsense. Rubbish. Ridiculous. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Reginald DeCourcy. Over the past months I have continued to be startled by Frederica's loveliness and good heart. I had wanted to write some verses as a memorial to these discoveries. But they are now so extensive, they would form a volume. So I'll just read these few lines. Mean engaging? Mien. Appearance, or countenance. It's from the French, mien, I believe. I can find you the citation. [ applause ] Mrs. Reginald DeCourcy. As you may already know, I take Lady DeCourcy's requests as commands, and therefore I will sing this piece. Over the mountains And over the waves Under the fountains And under the graves Under floods that are the deepest Which Neptune obey Over rocks that are the steepest Love will find out the way Thought I detest imprudence and sincere emotions of all kinds, where Manwaring's concerned... And very quickly, he was in good humor? I see what you mean, how flattery alters a man's spirits. It's delightful. Such a posture, resenting a well-meaning parent is apparently common among girls her age. They are, perhaps, undercooked. Not at all. They're perfect. Mmm. Yes, good tasting. Quite sweet. I shouldn't have said anything at all. [sobs] She's lovely. No DeCourcy should forget the lengths to which Lady Susan went to prevent Charles Vernon marrying Catherine, which, had she succeeded, would have ruined your sister's happiness forever. Lady Susan sent her servant away? And then you left, and a few minutes later... Mrs. Johnson, this is beyond what I could have imagined. I'll never forgive the trouble he's caused. Thank you, my dear. May his next gouty attack be a severe one. |
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